Embitters

Once, and only once, we spent the night together. Not a slumber party, or an intimate conversation, or a slow making and unmaking of all the love and hate in the world—we fucked, plain and simple, no condom. Her navel was alluringly flat, the perfect canvas, but she told me in no uncertain terms to finish inside. She was done within a few minutes, as was I. “That was fast,” she said, covering her strange handsome nipples. “I can go twice in a row, you know.”

“You told me that before,” I reminded her. “Many times.”